( He hisses, and the pathetic sight of the man dissolving before him seems to compel the prisoner — Deckarius — to spring into action. Few alternatives are open to him in such a sad, small space, but he searches the ground for any sign of stone or gravel and picks up the barest few, throwing them out between the bars to target the hound.
Most miss, but one stone hits, and the dog turns its attention back onto the prisoner, closing in on the jail space to bark. There, at least his unlikely saviour is spared. )
Get out. Go away, you pestering mutt. Scram. I'll have your bones, I'll drink your marrow. I'll eat you alive, scram! ( And to the petrified man: ) Leave! I'll hold him. Leave.
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Deckarius —
( He hisses, and the pathetic sight of the man dissolving before him seems to compel the prisoner — Deckarius — to spring into action. Few alternatives are open to him in such a sad, small space, but he searches the ground for any sign of stone or gravel and picks up the barest few, throwing them out between the bars to target the hound.
Most miss, but one stone hits, and the dog turns its attention back onto the prisoner, closing in on the jail space to bark. There, at least his unlikely saviour is spared. )
Get out. Go away, you pestering mutt. Scram. I'll have your bones, I'll drink your marrow. I'll eat you alive, scram! ( And to the petrified man: ) Leave! I'll hold him. Leave.